I don’t know when I decided that I wasn’t worthy of being myself and when I moulded myself to blend in.
I don’t know when I lost sight of the magic I am here to create and the impact I was born to create, as we all are.
I also don’t know the exact moment that I thought FUCK THIS SHIT and decided to tear off the mask of conformity.
I don’t know when I remembered that I am here to entertain, to create and to help people to transform their own lives.
I don’t know the exact process of how and why it all pieced together.
I do know that I’m not done yet.
There’s so much in me that’s still waiting to reveal itself and I allow that to happen naturally. I don’t need to think about it.
What I have noticed is that every time I hit a new level of showing up as my true self, I settle into that and then it hits me that there’s another part of myself that I’ve been hiding.
It’s easy to convince ourselves that we don’t give a fuck about what people think and that we ARE being authentic, when really there’s still so much more to us that we are hiding.
How do you act when you are with your closest friends? Or even on your own? Are you different depending on who you are around? We all are to some degree.
There are many different versions of ourselves
There’s the version that we think we are and then there’s the version that each other individual person sees. Could it be that when we think somebody has got the wrong idea about what we’re really like, that they are just seeing different parts of us but our brain protects us by blocking out for information to us? The brain LOVES to make us look favourable too ourselves.
What if we decided to look deep inside ourselves and to face up to those parts that we’ve been hiding from? What if we decided to accept them, own them and learn from them to keep growing into better versions of ourselves?
Nobody is perfect. We have all been arseholes. We have all been fucking awesome human beings too. Let’s own our arseholery, learn from it, and move the fuck on. Because we’re not helping anyone by being stuck in our own heads beating ourselves up. We did the best we could with the information we had at the time.
If someone is being an arsehole to us, let’s remember that too.